half a poem

The way marked with borrowed petals
Pulled from Trilium, three white clues
Call out the spring, forward
Forward
She follows deep along the path to
Light, miraculous circles sneaking
Seeking softly through small spaces
Opening dense growth, up, around
Holding particles of dust as truth
She follows
Deep into the center – half way
Fern climbing Fir dripping moss
Green cat tail dreams
Halfway and that much more
The journey out, the journey in
Call